Oohh..

Huh. The trip to bangalore went off decently, but not very satisfying. Fell sick most of the time, just bought books, met up with a few friends, went to school, discussed a lota stuff with uncle ranging from stock markets to autism, and of course leered at a few VIT chicks on the way back in Brindavan Exp. The next sem just a couple of days away. Its gonna be a real hard time I guess. For guys I haven't already bugged, here's the news- We have 26 credits next sem, the most amongst all branches in any year. Whats worse, 5 four credit PMTs..get that..! 5 four credits..dammit..!
Any sane guy here will sympathise with me, understanding what that amounts to. Anyways, I hope I reach a near concrete decision 'bout my next career moves the end of next sem. Saarang's up, though I am no coord, am sure most of the week will be wasted. And I sincerely hope I play some baski that I left in the third sem, thanks to all the movies on the comp. Aah, reminds me, now that I've put a 9 with a comp in my room, i can rest in peace about the usage of it..oooh..was really worried if my dad would just get on me. And I sincerely do pray that our project work carries on, so that we don't have to keep seeing the prof's face with a spasm of guilt everytime.
Hopefully, 2006 brings in more cheers, luck, and happiness than ever, perhaps with no looking back.
God, keep all safe, hale and hearty..!
And happy new year to all...!

Looking forward...

I am all excited.

It is the place which sheltered me for seven years.
It is the place which made me realise what I was.
It is the place where I started pursuing my dreams.
It is the place which showed me how abstruse life could get.
It is the place where I first experienced what love was.
It is the place which taught me what an inspiration and a role model could do.
It is the place which taught me to distinguish the right from the wrong.
It is the place where I made friends of a lifetime.
It is the place where I earned respect and love simultaneously.
It is the place which had an eclectic combo of fun and distress.
It is the place which shall remain in my heart forever.

Yes..! I am going to Bangalore..!

Humor

I just had to put this.

In the Gates-Narayana Murthy jugalbandi, a few days back, this was how the conversation began.

Mike handed to Murthy.

Murthy : 1...2...3... (Mimicking mike testing)

Passes the mike to Gates.

Gates : 1 billion..2 billion..3 billion..

Uproar.

Herd mentality

Its high time I write sense in this blog, apart from going through rounds and rounds about meself.. Anyways, this post is on something I've started hating the most, ( next only to bittergourd)..

HERD MENTALITY

Nothing could possibly surpass this ubiquitous behaviour which people so easily develop as they grow up. After being a witness to this, rather, being in the thick of it, I would say this is possibly as irritating as it could get. What's worse, the system at IIT whole heartedly supports it.

Some 5 guys take statistics..70 others follow.. ( I fell a prey to this too..)

Some guy goes does a project..10 others follow.

Some guy takes a book from the lib..15 others xerox it. (Though the book has crap..)

Some guy has started preparing for CAT.. 20 others follow.

Some guy listens to Marlyn Manson..5 others (Who can't say ' Hi. How are you?' ) download all his songs, start listening to it, headbanging like a pack of jerks..

Some guy joins an IT company..100000 others follow.

I mean, what the fuck..? I, for one, find this despicable, atrocious, repugnant..what not..

This just exposes one of the greatest weak points in oneself- Lack of self confidence, Lack of Independent thinking. When God has been kind enough to allocate 150 pounds of grey and white matter, why can't you make use of it, atleast to find out what YOU want, and what YOU like...?

No, I don't want you to use your head for quantum physics, or string theory, for heaven's sake..! Atleast for figuring out what you like...and not following any tom, dick and harry for everything they do..After all, if a person cannot find for himself what he wants, how can he climb the ladder of success, let alone reaching the zenith..Oops, I just made a logical error. This person does not even have a ladder of success to climb, all he has is a ladder which others climb. Independent thinking is a quality which I feel archly lacks in students(at least here..). The whole of philosophy(I've done a 3 credit course on it last sem..!) aims at identifying yourself, who you are, what you can do.. And the last thing it can possibly aim at is to copy others. I, till very recently too, had this habit of taking what others say, for granted, presupposing its validity. I was one amongst the thousands..

But now I am not. Unless I am totally convinced, I strongly disagree to it, be it a statement from HOD of a dept, or my branch topper..Coming back, I was reading a book called ' 50 companies that changed the world'. Was very much an ordinary book, but the stark points to note were the lives of the founders. NOT ONE person did the same thing as his peers. Not a single guy got AIR 100 in JEE, not a single guy presented a paper in UG, not a single guy got a C.G of 10, nor did anyone pass out from a B school and join an Investment Bank to get money..

THEY DID WHAT THEY LIKED..WITH PASSSION..LOVE..

Reminds me of an article I had read long back in Business India,(IMF chief or someone had written, I don't remember..)

' Having taught students of the likes of Harward, MIT, and IIMs, I can say that the level of Indian students is nowhere lesser than the others. BUT, there is one crucial difference.

'Indian students have never failed an exam,
Indian students have never lost a job.'

Of course he said it figuratively, but this just goes to show where we are. We need for ourselves such Principal protection, that we fail to go out of the way, and just follow the safe path as others always do..The total output might be way higher if each one of us do what we like, pursue our interests..But I know.. All this is being heard, read by a stoned world, which carries along the way its always been..for eternity..huh..

Doubts..

Was just remembering the kindaa doubts I used to get in school..outright stupid, but worth a thought anywhile.. For eg :

I spent almost a whole year(5th or 6th, i don't remember) convincing myself that angle B (shown above) is indeed equal to angle A, and not greater. I asked my teacher, my dad..but I wasn't convinced..Finally had to convince myself somehow.


Second one..When first exposed to electricity(in 9th, I think), we were taught that there is no current when a circuit is open. So i had this doubt : Current is produced by the flow of electrons. Now, if the circuit is open, how do the electrons know that the circuit is open without actually flowing, and finding out, and inturn not flowing...Hilarious absolutely, but the shocking part is I did not get an answer even from my teacher, for which I was terribly upset.

Also , a question which came about when I was teaching my sister optics a few months back(when she came up with it...), as to 'Why certain objects are transparent, and others opaque'. An absolutely stud question, I didn't have an answer to it, neither did any of my friends..Whose answer I finally found in Griffith, which had hajjar electromagnetic polarization funda in it, and that the phenomenon of transparency was actually found in 1987..!! Phew..

Nostalgia..

Harry Potter 7

Dumbledore is Voldermort.

Comment

Muahahaha..

My sis came home today and told me this..

'Bhaiya, we had a NIE(Newspaper in education) class today on ' How to be a good listener '
Everybody slept'.

Hee hee..

Why..

Why is it that I get depressed often..
Why is it that I feel I am not made for engineering..
Why is it that I feel IIT is not the place for me..
Why is it that I feel I am a useless piece of shit..
Why is it that I cannot stand against atrocious ' RG'..
Why is it that I sometimes feel its better I stayed in school forever..
Why is it that I keep wanting to mark my life..
Why is it that I feel I want to be the best in anything I do..
Why is it that I don't feel like doing anything because I am NOT the best in anything..
Why is it that I feel inferior to others..
Why is it that I feel I'll never be loved again...
Why is it that I feel I need to satisfy everybody's expectations..
Why is it that I am more of a conformist than a rebel..

Probably something's wrong with my head..

Hindi Commentary...

Hindi commentary sucks..

I was watching the India-Sri Lanka match today on DD. Hence got another opportunity to listen to the 'unbearable' hindi commentary. I was so pissed off with it, I thought I should put up a post on the jargon they speak..Well, it isn't exactly jargon, but so highly irritating as they just kinda narrate whats happening. I compiled a few of 'em, and I have translated it into english, which has made it even funnier. Imagining the Hindi version might be necessary for a few..

1) 'Murali's deliveries are coming in and going out'..
He meant the normal offspin and the doosra... But are we viewers blind..? Can't we see it..?

2) Senseless idiots, usually shout at the top of their voice..
' And Gambhir lofts it straight towards Mid wicket with great force(70 Db)......and...... one bounce to the fielder(30 Db)..' And this happens hajjar times..

3) An extension of the previous..
' And Gambhir has hit the ball straight towards square leg, its going to the boundary(70 Db), but...the fielder is there(30 Db)..'

3) This was the one I couldn't believe..Man..! How can they speak rubbish..??
'If everything goes well, India plays well'..

4) ' Oh..a beauuuutifuuuul outswinger from Zoysa, BUT Dravid misses it marginally..'
Again, can't we see..?? And what does he mean by ' Beautiful outswinger BUT Dravid...'

5) When they turn the camera towards Attapattu for a few seconds, show him thinking..
' Attapattu seems to be in deep thought, wondering what to do..'
Oh..ya..thanx.. I thought he was day dreaming..

6) Some ridiculously obvious statements, over and over again..
' India should try and get some wickets' or
' Sri Lanka should try to score some runs now '
What else are the players out for..Chick Hunting..??

7) The standard Hindi dialogue which can make a new born baby wake up from deep sleep..
' And..its an over pitched ball, Dravid takes it close to his body, uses his wrist, turns it towards deep mid wicket, and the ball is going towards the deep mid wicket boundary..and its 4 runs'..(Linearly increases from 25 to 80 Db). I know, the fun here is half lost because its put in English..

8) ' Dravid wanted to hit the ball towards deep square leg, but took the top edge and went to mid off..'
Oooh.. I didn't know that. I thought he did some magic and got the ball to mid off when his bat was towards square leg..

9) One more ridiculous statement
' Sehwag's confidence is showing right from within himself..'
Oh..my sweet ass..Will I show everybody Sehwag's confidence..?

And some N others.. but i had lost patience to even listen to them.. These fellows seriously need some training..Oh ya..i forgot the last bit..

10) After Sri Lanka won the match...
' Sri lanka have won the match. They must be happy.'
No comments..

Anoxymoron..

How's this statement:

I am not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example.

My school life..

I was thinking of my crazy days in school.. I have been to most parts of India. I started with my kindergarten in Tuticorin, moving to Bihar, repeating U.K.G coz of some age probs, did till 2nd there, off to Rajasthan(Near Udaipur) till 6th half..remaining 6th in Oxford, Bangalore..7th to 10th in National Public School, Rajajinagar..11th and 12th, National College, Jayanagar..And finally here,IITM..

I had amazing school days..I jus regret one point in hindsight. All my school life, I've been mocking at most of the teachers, simply because I never found anyone good enough..(Till my JEE days of course..), and this has hit a hard nail onto me. I still remember my college principal telling me ' Karthik, it doesn't matter how hard you try, or how brainy you are, you will NOT succeed unless you have the blessings of the teacher. So, do not irritate them.' And i think I never managed to get anyone's blessings..lotsa curses though..and its costing me heavy..Some of my episodes were(Which I can recollect)...

1) My chem teacher..I used to constantly piss her off..like:

She : The electrode potential is always E(Anode) - E(Cathode) or E(Right) - E(Left).

Me : Maa'm. Why E(Right) - E(Left)..?

She : Because anode is always conventionally on the right..

Me : What if I look from the other side..?

Class goes into laughter.. And she goes like ' What do you think of yourself..blah..blah..'

2) I still remember paining our Bio teacher with one of my friends, while she did reproduction chapter..

She : Babies are born by a natural process called..whatever..

Me : Maa'm. Why natural.? Or..explain..

3) Paining math teacher in 7th(along with a guy, now here in IITM) for hajjar classes asking her why SSA congruency condition was not valid..and finally she accepting that SSA condition was valid but not there in syllabus..!

4) Got screwed once maajorly in oxford.. During a social class...I stand up and say

'Maa'm. If we go at this rate, we won't even finish even half the syllabus' I distinctly remember, she stopped taking classes after that, people in my class were really pissed off with me, and I had to go and beg..beg..plead..apology..with the princi too..And then, finally she yielded...huh.

5) Eating in class sometime, and getting screwed..


6) This was one heck of it..We had to write an english essay in an exam on any topic.. I wrote an essay which dealt with 'kidnapping' of our entire section, and guess who the kidnapper was : My PT Teacher. So my english maa'm shows it straight to my PT maa'm, and she shoves me big time..

7) This was real bad..
Me telling the Physics teacher in 10th that english class is free, and telling the eng teacher that phy maa'm wanted to take her class..got properly thulped..

8) In 8th, encouraging one of my friends to go and put the teacher in an awkward position by sayin ' Maa'm. He's calling me fucker..'

9) In 10th, we had this 5 marker question on 'menstrual cycle ' in Bio. I wrote such a ridiculous one line answer that she came and asked me ' Karthik. Whats this..?'. The answer was something I don't want to be putting up here.( I got half..for the diagram..)

10) I think this was sometime in 6th..or 7th..English class..

She: Karthik..Stand up, and give me an example of a request (question).
Me: Can you please go out..?
Class into hajjar laughter..Don't even remember what happnd after that..

And then of course there was the case in 9th when me and 4 others were suspended for 3 days because we laughed uncontrollably at a teacher's torn saree(Torn in an objectionable place)..Can't help it much though..

Well, it goes on as usual. And I can somehow sense that all that is affecting me. I am nowhere near my potential now. Doing reasonably well, but nowhere near my best..So i stopped doing all this.. If I get pissed with a prof now, I either bunk the class, or sleep..Besides, if I try out my usual school stuff here, my efforts for getting into IIT might go a waste...Might very well get kicked..

High hopes..

Well..Continuing along the lines of the 'suttum vizhi' post, its time again when I just have to write about this song. High Hopes, by Floyd. The impression usually goes around that most of the Floyd songs are dope songs, they send you on a instant high once you listen to them. And I experienced this in this song. An absolute dope song, it takes me on a high every time I listen to it..And I've listened to it over a hundred times now..Which effectively means I've gotten a high a hundred times..!

Love..

An arbit poem about love, no rythm, no nothing..but anyways, jus felt like writing one..

What is it that happens to us when we are in love,
Why does the world seem to hold no meaning at all,
You could spend ages with her, chatting away,
And yet not feel the tide of time passing away.

You see her in your eyes, all time of the day,
Little do you realise what you gotto pay,
As you dream of her throughout the day,
God only help you, hold your way.

You know very well your concentration is lapsing,
But alas! You're helpless, it's not your fault,
Then do you realise how tough this is,
Studies and love together are surely taxing!

You know she's all in life you need,
And never to anything else could you pay any heed,
But a good boy as ever you were,
You give it your best, well, to forget her.

Lo! Time is taking its toll on you,
You're unable to manage the pressure,
As you vacillate between the books and her,
Shivering at thoughts of grades that summer.

But no, it turns out much tougher,
As you start feeling inseparable from her,
Of your future, as your mind reminds you,
You curse your fate, your mind in a hullaballo.

But you see, God's always there,
Watching you with the ever smiling face,
How to get you out, does he know,
Provided you take time off to give him a bow.

So God's what does the trick,
And gets you out, well before any hitch,
And then you go on a studying spree,
With the thought ' God! Can I fall in love when I am free?'

Language..

Over the past year, my ways of communicating with friends have radically changed.. towards the negative side. Its reached a point where almost every sentence of mine has more non dictionary words than the dic ones. Some of them are ( A few are explicit!)...

Before : ' How do you do this problem? Its very tough.'
Now : 'Ey..This problem is rod da..how the fuck do you do it..?'

Before : ' My cycle is making so much noise'
Now: ' This damn thing is gen making N noise'

Before : ' I did very badly man '
Now : ' I cupped hajjar man ' or ' Got denged '

Before : ' I am so depressed '
Now : ' I am hajjar pained '

Before : ' He's such a pain '
Now : ' He's a madar..'

Before : ' I just love this organic chem '
Now : ' Organic is just sexy..'

Before : 'Hey..No way..thats wrong'
Now : ' Bulla..My ass thats right'

Before : ' Don't exaggerate'
Now : ' Don't put cock'

Before : 'The paper had some tough questions'
Now : ' It was gen shady'

Before : ' He's so good. Such an amazing guy'
Now : ' He's GOD'

Before : ' This is irritating me so much '
Now : ' This is a co..sucking thing '

Before : ' This isn't working properly. There's some problem'
Now : ' This is slisha screwed up da..'

Before : 'He doesn't tell anything to others '
Now : ' He's such a RG bastard '

Before : ' Everybody did badly da '
Now : ' Junta got rap..'

Before : ' The paper was so tough.!'
Now : ' Mothering only..'

Before : ' Its ok. Don't keep that in mind'
Now : 'Ey. Pack da. Balls to that'

.......The list goes on and on..Dunno when I'll stop using this language. Hopefully its not too late before I can recoupe.

Muahaha..

Done with my BT exam today. Went quite well. Was just reminded of this incident which happened day before, in the morning. Hostel life glorified.

Maths class at 8 in the morning.

I send a SMS to one of my friends at 7:50 saying ' Are you going to the math class..?'

I get a reply at 7:55 sayin ' I don't know da. I'll see if I'm awake'

Me: rolling....

Once again..

I am once again in the 'Bunked classes-Oh shit, what to do now-Mug last minute-Vomit out' state. BT101..(Forget the name..I don't even know it..)

The only problem being this time there is too much to mug..600 odd slides..and 3 days left..

Suttum vizhi...

Well..I wonder, as to why music has such an enormous impact on most of our lives. Its a sweet mystery, as to what happens to our brain when we hear a tune that somehow matches the frequency of our nerve cells..and we just feel like going on with it, on and on..feel like closing our eyes, imagining ourselves in an alien, heavenly infinitely vast place, with only us, and the song..There IS most obviously a CERTAIN relationship between music and our response to it..The basic inspiration for this post is a song from one of the recent tamil movie 'ghajini' called 'suttum vizhi'. This has become one of my all time favourites, dunno why, as whenever I listen to it, with Bombay Jayashree's voice sweeping my body away,I almost reach an unconscious state,
unconscious of the sorroundings, and all I hear is...the music. Thats the main point why this post came up..This is not an extraordinary song or anything, but somehow, SOMEHOW, it takes my mind with it, and I feel there is some unseen force thats overpowering me, making me go in waves with the song..I am lost for words..Someone..someone, please explain..!!

Harris Jayaraj is GOD..

ID120...

Hoo hoo... I managed a score of 56 on 80 with last minute prep..! Thankee God..

I am in love...

...With my SOM prof.. Just reminds me of one of his 'Oh very many' motivations he gives us..

"The difference between the students of IIT and the other colleges should be that they should know how to solve a problem with data given, you should know why the data is given"

Man..he rocks..

Bunking classes..

I wonder why there are certain practices that continue to carry on from one generation to another..with greater zeal as time proceeds.. One of them is bunking classes..Right from my grandfather's times to my dad's and now mine.

It seems somehow that this habit of bunking classes is somehow incorporated into all college students(engineering in particular)..thus making even the best and the most regular students entering college become a prolific bunker.

But the case is different with me. I am used to bunking classes right from my 11th..(unfortunately I was in a so called elite school till 10th, which removed any hopes of bunking). We used to do it regularly during our JEE days. And it became a practice, a habit rather. It's always carried on from there, never reduced in any form whatsoever. I have this policy, a belief rather that it is an absolute waste of time to attend a class if the prof isn't good, and we don't gain any substantial amount from the class.. And if proxies are easy in any of these " no enthu classes", I am the first to bunk.

As I just learnt a couple of days back(obly the day before the philosophy quiz) that 'karmic forces' operate in nature, essentially the phrase ' As you sow, so shall you reap'. I realised this in many a situations. One of them is the following incident last year(some of my friends will know it..)

We had this chemistry course, CH102, the inorganic part of which seemed 'gibberish' to me. As the prof was never keen on attendence, and he used to take attendence on sheets, proxies were more than the number attending clases. Moreover, he never cared. Thus,(Alas rather!)I decided to stop going for any classes from the 2nd quiz onward(which roughly translates to the last month of classes). During our end sems, I enquired what the last bit of the portion was, coming to know it was photosynthesis,(in detail), which I naively assumed to be there in a book which I had. I never knew photosynthesis was ever a detailed process on it's own, that I assumed I could do it in the last minute.. So, the day before the end sems, I call up my friend from home, asking which pages to mug..

Time : 21:45

Me: hey..mechanic..Tell me the pages from huheey in photosynthesis..

Mechanic(My roomie) : Ey..b**** da. It's not there in huheey. Don't break your head.

Me: Oh..shit..That's the only book I have da..cmon..don't make me piss..

Mechanic : No da..It seriously isn't there. There are separate notes provided which has all the content required for it..

Me:(seeing the time..)oh..man o man.. ok..I'll forget it then.. I'll skip it..After all, there's not much going to come from that..

Mechanic: Hey..no da.. People here are saying the prof told that 20 marks are from photosynthesis..

Me:(psyched, speechless)Gawd..!

Mechanic : It's ok da..You can come here and mug. Nobody had mugged it still..

Me: Hmm..how the hell..? I still have a chapter to mug on umm..forget it..And my dad..is almost in bed..what do I do..? ok..I'll call you back..

Then, i hang up and go and find my dad and mom kinda already preparing to sleep. I didnt know what to do, kept walking to and fro. My mom, after all is my mom. She could sense the tension in me, getting used to it so many times during my PUC.. Little did she know that my tension was not because I had to study stuff, but that I had to go the insti to do it... I waste some time, then go back nad finish the mugging of the other parts..Time : 11:30..

My dad's in bed.. These are the times when you feel you are no better than a baby. You just feel like letting off a cry, but lo! being 19, crying is perhaps the last thing you want to do. So, i take the dare. I go and wake my dad up..

Me: Appa..

Dad: Ya..

Me: Can you drop me in the insti..I need to study stuff..

Dad: Now! 11:45.?!

Me: Ya..no one in the hostel has done it..I'll do it together with them..

Dad:okay..come..lets leave..

Both of us leave for the insti, giving the IN GATE security guys a shocker.. tell 'em that my dad's come to drop me, and somehow manage to go in.. my dad leaves me, gets back home..

I start mugging at 12:30, finish by 4:30, sleep..sleep..Till I hear some noises..Oh..it's time..7:30..! Hmm..half an hour to go.. Try to recollect as much as possible..go to the hall, give the exam..

Time: 11 AM..

All of us had only one phrase coming out of us

" F*** those assoles"
Reason: The only question on photosynthesis was a 2 marker, that too asking the net reaction of it..and 15 marks in cytochrome P-450, which all of us conveniently skipped thinking it's unimportant, besides, at 4:30 it is completely humane to skip a topic than to spend another hour on it..

Today is the second time it's happening..ID120..None of us have practically gone for classes..And the quiz is on saturday. And I find there are 350 powerpoint slides to mug..I have to start it immediately after this post...Oh..why not now..?

Umm..

Umm..

Basic elec..

Well, I just forgot to mention a point in the last post. That we had atrociously less space in the basic elec paper, that is best summarized by one of my friends..

"The average space for a question was just enough to put an average non erect c*** horizontally in it"

Quiz..

Had quizzes this week. And i seem to continue my talent of screwing up answers.. 4 out of the 5 answers in my basic elec paper are wrong..hmm..have one more to go..indian philosophy on tue..Basically have to put arbit cock..Lets see..

3 weeks up..

Yup..it is about 3 weeks since our college reopened, and it's been a very good period since then. For a variety of reasons. Firstly, as i already put it, going in as a senior makes a hell lot of a differene to your confidence. Secondly, we have such a 'peaceful' sem that perhaps only the SOM course is where we might have to use our head a bit. Thirdly,..well forget it..

Well, coming back to the courses, we have the 'woreshtesht' of 'em this sem, including the likes of 'Life sciences', 'Ecology and environment'..! And of course some sheer brute force courses like 'partial differential equations' and 'machine drawing'. So, amongst all this, only the ' Strength of materials' seems to be intellectually stimulating a bit. And the prof rocks. It's these kind of profs that make us realise that we ARE IN IIT..absolute stud, very friendly.

An example : The attendence is usually taken on a sheet of paper with our names and signature. One of the days, after the attendence was completed, the sheet went to him(when he was doing stress tensors). So, he just stopped lecturing, had a glance at the paper for a minute(while some of us held our breaths,u know for what!!), immediately made an 'announcement' the kind in railway stations, saying " ok..there are 4 proxies. Please stand up.!" most of us were dumbstruck.. And 3 guys stood up.. he took the names of those who got proxies from these guys and marked 'em absent for the class, that's all. Nothin more, nothin less.. And all he told us was ' As engineers, ethics rank first in importance, so if you don't come to classes and get proxies, you might end up adding more sand to cement tommorrow, where your kid might go and end up with the building over his/her head.!" Beauty ain't it??

Oooh yes.. I forgot the humanities course ' Indian philosophy'. At first, i was pissed that I got this, but as usual i concluded that all happens for good..! Now, i absolutely enjoy it. With arbit stuff discussed in class, including 'reality', 'truth', 'beauty' etc..Absolute ball..! Besides, I have decided to continue my work with my prof that I had so abruptly left in the hols. So I am going to have a good time this sem..

Lets hope it carries on well, and I don't screw up my grades..And every day is a memorable one..

dammit

fuck man.. A whole big post i typed just got deleted.. fuck.. will have to write the whole damn thing again... Balls to microsoft..

4 more days to go...

Hmm...there are only about 4 days to go for the insti to reopen. Rather, the academic session to begin. I am quite excited about it. I am going to enter my ' beloved forest' as a senior, so i need not have the fear of being overshadowed for everything i do. Freshies..!! Yippeee!! Now, i get the upper hand, in front of the vulnerable lot. This vacation was totally disappointing. I had high plans of spending it extremely fruitfully and resourcefully, but that's all 'ghone' now. All i ended up doing was getting stuck to my comp, surfing 24*7, with the exotic broadband, and chatting with friends. Nothing effective. But ahh, this is only the first year. It is too early for me to venture into something productive!! I will have to seriously start it in the coming sem, as I am a sophomore, no longer a vulnerable freshie! Hmm...

Life's weird...

I was awestruck yesterday after getting my broadband connection. The reason-The connection speed? no..Easy usage? no no..But the way in which the line was set up by a couple of "extraordinary" boys, perhaps not even in their double digits. These boys were from airtel, the first noticeable fact in them being the half a dozen holes in each of their shirts and trousers. Let me briefly describe why this work seemed an eyeopener to me. We had a touchtel landline connection in the hall, and my computer along with the dialup net connection. After the proposal for the broadband, i shifted my comp to my study. Now,a new telephone line comes in free with this, which was asked to be placed in the hall itself(near the existing phone). So,a new broadband line to my comp in the new location had to be done, the new telephone line had to be taken, and what worse, according to my "instructions", it had to be diverted to the comp in it's new place, so that I may use the dialup and broadband simultaneously. To add to the woes, my dad piled on his "instructions" too not wanting the original dialup to be disconnected but to be diverted to the comp in my study(which is bout 10 m away in displacement), and to use the previous lengthy 6 m wire which gave me my dialup..huh.

I was sure enough, having the natural "ego" associated with an "IITian", that the work would be messed up, and was constantly objurgating them. But god, it was as if these guys had turned an India-Aus match to an India-Bangladesh. I could'nt believe my eyes. I nearly had tears coming out... Why is this world so selfish..? Why are such brilliant guys, who ought to be learning trigo and calculus, connecting and disconnecting wires,all for a pair of torn vests..? God,why did you create them after all..? Anyway,pack.. am getting to philosophical. I could not sleep yesterday thinking of this. Just spend a moment thinking about this...All i realize is..life is fcuking man...It's just absolutely "bullshitty". We have a million engineers graduating out of colleges, which spend more time in choosing their names than their faculty, all for working in a call centre..or a bpo..or a damn cupp level coding job..? Why dont people utilize the opportunity given to them..? Howbeit, I very well know that a single person cannot change a country..at least in today's world. It's just an eyeopener to all those reading this(I'm sure not more than a dozen). And finally, all I could do was to hand them a 100 buck note and give them a gentle tap, saying "It was remarkably done" in tam.. And off they trotted..perhaps to give a new broadband connection somewhere... GOD SAVE THEM..

Memento

"A remarkable piece of work"...Yes. Iam referring to Memento. I had the occasion to see this 2001 "blockbuster" only recently..about a week back. And in hindsight, I thank my stars that I saw this with one of my more intellectual friends. You will understand the benefit of that soon, for seeing it in solitude might just have made me lose half my hairs. An extremely well knit, puzzling story it was. And i personally feel it was made for the intelligentsia. Seeing the film reviews, it was apparently clear that almost all the critics had'nt apprehended it. Only a countable nunber actually saw through the tunnel, and were able to cognize it. Before all that, let me tell you this. If you have not watched the movie, please do not do so unless you get hold of the summary of it from an amigo. Anyway, let me continue with it's praise. The most noticable and astounding fact about it is that it runs in reverse. And this brainflash must have occured to none less than a mathematician's caliber. And the beauty of it us that you dont actually realize that you are seeing it backward. The set of events which take place make the movie go in the forward direction. After each scene, you crave for the next. You have your hands clasped, your brain on a high(no pun), anticipating the next clip. It's such a wonderful ride that a guy seeing this will have utilized more of his grey cells than he would have for solving a krotov problem.I am obviously not going into the story or anything here, but just writing about the effects this movie produces on a naive viewer. The most probable effect would be to just shut the movie down,or maybe walk out(if you are in a theatre). It's very difficult to retain the calm and composure for the 2 odd hours. I'll put forth the idea of the movie. Its about this guy, who wants to avenge the killing of wife. And the most important part is, he does not have short term memory..he can remember incidents only upto the murder of his wife. So he goes about it.Like I said before, the movie starts off with the scene where he shoots the murderer. And then, proceeds backwards. You have to see it to believe it..no further insights..you can see it for yourselves. But all I would say is, the movie has far wider implications than that. Anyways ,enjoy the movie. AND PREFERABLY DO NOT SEE IT ALONE. It's just an advice after all..have fun.

hmmm...

Changed my blog.lemme see how this one works..